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02/05/12(Sun)14:02 No.17817805You look around, and it is still the library. You look at your hands, and they feel.... light. Strange, ethereal. At your sides are two long daggers, maybe short swords. They are dressed in ox blood scabbards, and are decorated in gold script, from a language you do not recognize. The handles are certainly bone, but stained black. When you get to your feet, it took no effort whatsoever, as if, you were dreaming, or completely numbed. Every gesture, every shift or movement, is lighter than air, quicker than an arrow. You pick up the daggers, and move towards the door. In an instant, you are there. And you weren't even running. You take a deep breath, and suddenly the world is hilarious to you. How you've suffered so many obstacles in your life, and now, today... and probably not for tomorrow, something has lifted them. Your desire, your will, ignoring what everyone carries to be sacred or profane.. you wanted something, and you have the power now, to achieve it. You kick the door open with a furious, other wordly strength, belting out a deep and powerful laughter. The guards on the other side are stunned in terror. Before they could point their spears, you gutted each of them, spilling their intestines like ropes on the deep stone floor. You dance up the stairs in long bounds, covering eight steps in each stride. When you make it to the top, there are six more guards. You twist, you whirl, you even leap over one... sticking them repeatedly with lightning fast jabs. Their blood pours out of every hole, like a fountain of life. |